~ Creatively walking with whispers and shimmers

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Paper to love our currency must transform, bringing true abundance and wealth.
Aggression in our action and tongue we smelt burning away the impurities revealing the truth which is our fear, Sitting with fear, with true compassion, courage and strength will transmute the venom to true medicine.
Bars and arsenals will melt into art of freedom and peace.

Cool and damp I lie content in darkness when I am shaken and loosened from the constant embrace I was in, a warm light pours over me. I feel myself being lifted, I hear a sound, a calming and gentle sound. I feel pressure and squeezing, I feel my being change with each constriction of those two warm beings. Again I hear that calming sound as I listen intently and in appreciation for its rhythmic and low vibration like the rumble of thunder as it fades and penetrates. I feel my self becoming warm and loose as I am massaged continuously. There begins, a sensation of form of order about myself, once again I hear that gentle sound now though the rhythmic sound begins to be understood with each warming touch and softening kneed I hear thanks, and adoration, now completely submissive and pliable I hear love, I realize this is all focused at me saturating me with its very energy. My spirt now awakened I hear “what form shall you take precious earth?” As I am massaged and folded an odd desire possesses my spirit, an urge, an inner questioning, never before felt, never before asked, an exhilaration of possibility fill my essence! Thoughts of many different forms flood through me as I envision all the beauty I’ve seen. There is one form that begs from within to be realized and as soon as I acknowledged it without any attempt to communicate it I feel the warm hands that brought me out of the Earth begin to shape me as if connected to my consciousness.

So many wonderful hands with digits of great talent, amazing they are, able tools connected to the body! Each hand unique to its existence and its master, some scared, stained, and callused, others smooth, manicured, and clean, no matter their appearance or texture each has uplifted, comforted, destroyed, given, received, and been shaken.

To receive another’s hand in that brife embrace of a hand shake says so much, to feel the large, coarse and callused firm squeeze of the mason, the smooth slender and gentle presence of a grandmothers hand.
“Bump it bro” or of course the classic high five, each unite and celebrate!

Hands have always been a fascination of mine. As a young boy I remember sitting in mass holding my mothers hand, I would push and roll the veins that were proud on the back of her hand, I would feel the smooth long red painted nails at the end of each finger while listening to stories of a man named Jesus who used his hands to heal. I remember watching the skilled hands of my uncle as he seemed to preform magic chiseling, carving, and filing to create wonderful objects, I marveled at how not only his hands but the multitude I observed seemed to move effortlessly and flawlessly while working in their craft, even watching the ladies type in my moms office I was amazed at how their fingers could move so quick and accurately. click click click tap click I would pretend is was typing of course only gibberish.

When I look at anything made by hands I appreciate their presence I recognize their effort and skill.
To the hands that have left their imprint upon my life that have helped to shape and mold this person I am, I am forever grateful! To the two hands bound to me and that I have the pleasure of using to create, feel, mend, communicate, embrace and connect, thank you!

To the hands you have the pleasure of meeting, receive them warmly and know the wonder they possess and the connection they hold with the heart of their master.

Their relationship is one of selfless passion, and seduction, Inspiration’s allurement, luminous and spirit are irresistible to the Maker’s longing desire to indulge and embrace her, to feel her teasing and then opening as he slowly kisses her soft skin. His strength, enchantment, and skill, along with his gentle understanding and patience draws her to him, to be discovered, appreciated, embraced and fulfilled. A faith exist between the two, both are committed to the other, each holding a key that unlocks the others inner most being. A balance and dependance bind their spirits.
When she is not in his presence he spends his time in anticipation of her visits, he exercises, stretches and manicures himself to be always ready for his love. She on the other hand can seem a bit more elusive, her practices kept secret. He never resents her elusiveness and knows her love for him is all there is. Never is her appearance unkept and her beauty never dims in his eyes. Every encounter is fresh, although both are fully familiar with the other there is freshness, a newness and excitement for one another and each encounter.
When she arives her smile lightens his heart her sweet voice fills him with joy, they embrace and the energy it produces can be felt in the air that surrounds them. His strong hands, well built body, warmth and sweet sent flood her senses, desire for him rushes through every cell of her body. Holding her, he feels her desire and slowly cresses her lower cheek with the gentle warmth of the back of his fingers and presses his moist supple lips to hers, their spirits intertwine and the dance of love begins. The dance of the two is unending only by death will the two meld into one and become an energy that fills all that they created during life…

When one produces a creative work, they are bringing out what was within, a process of discovery and thought manifest. For the creator it can be a way of looking at something, a way of experiencing a thought sensually, be it visually, auditorily or otherwise.

When an outside person experiences the creators creation a type of communication takes place through an unwritten language of interpretation and even further discovery by the one experiencing the creation.

As a creator, to share the creation can be a very intimate and petrifying thing to do at first but like speaking in front of a crowd, with repetition it becomes more comfortable. Through this sharing of oneself, of intentionally becoming vulnerable it seems the creator frees themselves to some degree not only by overcoming the fear of vulnerability but by, I think opening up further ones creativeness and allowing it to flow more easily!

Here I will share a bit of myself with you below is a picture I took with the intention of play with the effects of light. So many thoughts come to mind when I look at this picture. Some of which are, movement, light, temporary, blending, spirit,… I see the briefness of our existence, the blending and interconnected-ness we all share, I see life in motion, light in motion, and so much more

Here are a few more for your enjoyment or stimulation of some sort…

Another thought that comes to mind while on this thread of creator and creation is that of a divine creator and the interpretations the creation itself makes not only about it’s self but about its creator. I will leave it there, Happy New Year!!